Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Quantec,
DNA,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.